Flash Marriage: In His Eyes-Chapter 333: Grateful

–Damon–

I heard what happened back at the mansion. I nearly rushed there myself, ready to tear through anything in my way—but my wife calmed me over the call, her voice steady, assuring me that everyone was perfectly fine.

Still, I couldn’t sleep after that.

So I headed to a private room now occupied by Kai. There was a spare bed beside him where Sophia lay sleeping.

Kai was awake. Silent. Watching. His head slowly turned toward Sophia, his gaze lingering on her like she was the only thing anchoring him. Then he looked at me—then back at her.

I understood.

I approached Sophia first and gently pulled the duvet over her shoulder, tucking her in properly. That was what he wanted. What he needed.

Then I stepped closer to him, a faint smile tugging at my lips.

"So... are you okay right now?" I asked.

He blinked once. Yes.

"I need to go home."

He hummed.

"By the way, for your next surgery... I think your boss arranged something for you."

Another hum.

"I’ll check on Francis and Sophia from time to time. Don’t be sad," I added with a grin. "You’ll miss me."

A smile crept onto his face. No—he couldn’t laugh yet.

I left quietly, casting a glance at the nurse stationed just outside their room.

Then I walked out of the underground hospital, finally reaching my car before driving straight to the airport. I put on a disguise—Shadows walking beside me as my bodyguard.

Upon stepping into first class, I felt a sense of ease settle into my chest. The entire section was filled with my men. Mine.

Lore had already sent me the faces of the pawns who would be part of my escort.

That’s how my wife loves me.

I know she does.

I’d like to think she’s deeply, hopelessly in love with me—

...but perhaps that’s just my delusion.

Because I am the one who is madly, obsessively, dangerously in love with her.

The flight lasted hours, but I rested well. No one tried to kill me on the plane—always a pleasant surprise.

When I arrived, a car was already waiting. Logan and Jane waved as soon as they saw me.

I grinned, placing my luggage in the back—boxes filled mostly with food and toys for the kids. And, of course, a special gift for baby Aelia.

I slid into the back seat, and Logan handed me a hot cup of coffee.

"Thank you." I set it on the cup holder. "So, how’s Caine?"

"Sleepless," Logan said with a grin.

"Very supportive of his wife," Jane added.

I noticed the boxes and grocery bags beside me. "Did you go to the grocery store?"

"Yup. Picked up some cravings for the ladies back home," Jane replied casually.

I nodded, reaching for the Indian mangoes. Not ripe. The skin was still green, firm beneath my fingers—but edible like that.

When we arrived at Livana’s mansion, I saw Lore and Alyssa coming from the woods, hand in hand, dressed in their workout clothes.

"Damon," Alyssa waved.

I nodded, pointing at Lore—locking eyes with him, a silent warning passing between us.

He only laughed.

"Dada!" Zendaya screamed the moment I stepped toward the foyer. "Dada!"

"Hello, Princess." I scooped her up, tossing her lightly before kissing her forehead. Then I carried her inside.

"Dada!" Sky shouted, still clinging to his mother like a koala.

Little Andro was nearby, playing with Zayvier. He stood as I approached, and both of them wrapped themselves around my leg. I patted each of their heads.

I set Zendaya down.

"Come, Sky." I waved.

He hesitated—then clung tighter to his mother.

I shook my head and walked over instead, pulling my wife into a deep, possessive kiss.

Sky immediately protested, trying to push between us.

I ignored him.

"How are you, my love?"

"I’m perfect," she murmured.

I nodded and kissed her again.

"You forgot your bag," Logan complained. "Why is it so heavy?"

"Foodie!" Sky finally dropped from his mother and ran to my luggage.

The others followed, all of them pushing it together toward me.

I set my duffel bag aside—my clothes—then opened the stroller bag, unlocking it and revealing its contents.

"Wow!" the kids clapped.

Sky immediately grabbed a box of treats.

Andro stayed behind, hesitant, as if he understood he couldn’t just take anything.

Disciplined. Aware. Mature beyond his age.

"Andro," I called, softer this time. "Go on. Pick whatever you want."

He stepped forward, and Zendaya quickly grabbed something and handed it to him. He smiled—small, charming.

I reached into another compartment and pulled out the mini tailored dress and handmade shoes for Aelia.

Nearby, Andro stared at a toy until Sky suddenly pulled it away.

"This?" Sky asked, glancing at him.

Andro pressed his lips together, then pointed at a shark plush instead.

Sky grabbed it and handed it over.

Andro smiled, then walked up to me and hugged me.

I patted his head.

"Ironic... you’re like his father figure," Livana said.

I turned toward her. Her lips were curled in amusement.

"Tyrona dropped him off here without a nanny, by the way."

"Thank you," Andro said quietly.

"Sure thing, buddy."

When he returned to the others, letting them continue rummaging through the toys and food, I stepped closer to my wife and showed her Aelia’s dress and shoes.

"It’s adorable," she whispered, her eyes glistening as she looked at them.

I wrapped an arm around her and kissed her temple.

"We can have more," I murmured against her skin.

She laughed, like it was the most ridiculous thing she’d ever heard.

Jane approached with snacks, handing my wife a bowl of shrimp paste. I raised a brow as Livana dipped slices of unripe mango into it and ate without hesitation—then even fed me one.

Sweet. Salty. Sharp.

I liked it.

"It’s good," I muttered.

"Foodie!" Sky ran toward the coffee table again.

"Let me take a quick bath," I said, standing and grabbing my duffel bag.

I headed straight to the bathroom, undressing and tossing my clothes into the laundry basket.

I opened the drawer, looking for my electric shaver—

...and that’s when I saw it.

A white test kit.

I picked it up, my fingers tightening slightly as I examined it.

Two red lines.

Maybe it was old.

Maybe it meant nothing.

...but I froze.

Because one thought sank its claws into me—dark, consuming, impossible to ignore.

My wife...

Pregnant?

Now?

–Deanne–

My vagina hurts like a bad bitch.

I stayed in bed, legs slightly apart, doing exactly what they told me—cold compress pressed against the swelling. The chill bites at my skin, but it’s the only thing keeping me sane right now.

Worth it.

Because I love my baby girl.

I just didn’t expect it to be this hard.

Feeding every two hours—sometimes four if I’m lucky. My body feels like it’s on a schedule I didn’t sign up for. But I’m grateful... annoyingly grateful. I produce a lot of milk.

My husband? Very happy about that.

Too happy.

He even steals some straight from my boobs like it’s his personal supply.

And God forbid it spills—he looks personally offended, muttering about it being a waste. It’s ridiculous.

And adorable.

I had a sitz bath earlier. Warm water, soothing, easing the ache little by little. Caine handled everything—careful, patient, like I might break if he moved too fast.

After that, he helped me dry my hair, fingers gentle as they combed through the strands. Then my skincare—light touches across my face, precise, like he was handling something expensive.

Which, to him, I probably am.

Jane and Aunt Ines changed the sheets, fresh linen carrying that clean, faint floral scent. And of course—Caine carried me back to bed like I wasn’t capable of walking.

I didn’t argue.

My daughter?

Currently in Alyssa’s arms—being carried, swayed, and sung to. Alyssa’s voice is soft, surprisingly soothing. The baby quiets almost instantly.

It’s... cute.

Annoyingly cute.

Eventually, Alyssa brings her back to me for feeding. I adjust slightly, wincing as I settle her properly.

Then—

Three knocks.

We all turn.

"Come in," Caine calls.

The door opens, and Damon walks in with that signature grin—too confident for someone who clearly enjoys chaos.

He walks straight to us and bends down toward my daughter.

"Hello, beautiful."

He lifts a box and hands it to Caine.

My husband opens it—and gasps dramatically.

Of course he does.

Inside is a tiny dress—white and pink, soft fabric, delicate stitching. There’s also a pair of matching shoes.

Too small.

Too early.

"She can’t wear that yet," I mutter.

But it’s beautiful.

"It’s beautiful," I correct, softer this time. I notice the name stitched into it.

Custom.

Of course.

I almost forgot—it’s Damon. Everything has to be custom-made with him.

"I have a question," he says, already reaching for my daughter.

I let him hold her, watching closely.

"Is someone else pregnant besides Laura and Sophia?"

Caine and I exchange a look.

"It wouldn’t be us," I answer flatly.

He nods slowly. "Hmm."

I narrow my eyes.

"Your wife’s pregnant?" I shoot back.

"Maybe Jane?" Caine shrugs casually, like he’s tossing theories into the air.

Damon hums again, thoughtful, then hands my baby back to me.

"I need to find something out. Later, guys."

And just like that—he leaves.

No explanation.

Typical.

I glance at Alyssa.

She shrugs.

"I can’t be pregnant," she says quickly, already defensive.

Caine crosses his arms, eyes narrowing at her.

"You better not be," he warns. "Or I’ll castrate your fiancé."

"I will kill you," Alyssa snaps, pointing at him. "I haven’t even enjoyed my fiancé—"

"Shush!" Caine cuts her off. "You’re too young."

She rolls her eyes so hard I’m surprised they don’t fall out, then waves at me.

"I’m leaving."

Door shuts.

Silence.

Caine and I look at each other.

Then, at the same time—

"Maybe Livana is pregnant."

We both nod.

Yeah.

That makes sense.